Hey There, Delilah -DISCONTINUED-

Chapter Twenty-Seven

When the guys finish their set, the curtains close and they walk off the stage and towards the coolers.
David comes over and places his hands on my shoulders, squeezing a bit. I place my hands on his shoulders and squeeze back.

"You guys killed it." I say and he smiles.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Dee. I'm gonna go get a shower real quick. I'll be back soon." He says, places a kiss on my forehead and runs down the hallway before anyone can beat him to the dressing room.

I turn around and see Hayden giving Caity a huge hug while she attempts to squirm out of his arms. I smile at them before I look around.
Benn and Brandon are standing in front of one of the fans while chugging water, their shirts on the ground beside their feet.
I scan the room to look for Brent, finding him standing at the cooler. My eyes land on the bottle in his hands, the black label and the brown liquid inside of the square shaped bottle. Jack Daniels. I slightly frown. Brent never drank around me. David said he'd go hard at parties, slamming drink after drink after drink, but he never drank around me.

I watch as he puts the bottle to his lips and chugs half of the bottle down without pausing for breath. Brent brings a tattooed arm to his lips to wipe his mouth and he turns his head my way. I immediately look to Caity and Hayden, who are walking my way.

"Hey, Dee, want a drink? Whatever you want, I'm buying." Hayden offers.
"I'm just getting pop." Caity says. "Thank you for offering, but I'm good." I say. "You sure?" He asks. "I'm sure. I'll go with you guys, though." I say and they Nod.

Caity grabs onto my arm and we weave through the crowd of people to get to the bar. "Hayden didn't want to come out with all the fans, so he just gave me money." Caity explains when we reach the bar. "I figured." I say.

The bartender comes up and Caity orders a ginger ale for herself and a ginger ale for me. "I didn't want anything." I politely tell her.

"I know. You haven't drank anything since lunch, and it's fucking hot in here, I don't need you passing out on me." She replies and the bartender hands her the change, which she stuffs into her bra. The girl gives us our sodas and we retreat back to the side of the stage.

After Caity and I finish our sodas, she grabs my hand. "I gotta pee, c'mon." She says and we walk down the hallway towards the bathrooms.

"Hang on, I think we're lost." I say, stopping. "The dressing rooms are that way." I say, point.

"I could've sworn they were this way." She says.
"I'll go ask someone." I say and turn around.

I walk down the hallway and make a left, and I look up just as I smack into someone and fall flat onto my back. "Oh, my god, I'm so sorry!" A foreign accent says and I open my eyes, seeing an almost blinding light over my head and I shut my eyes again. "Are you alright?" He asks and I feel someone grab my hand and gently pull me upright. I rub my eyes with the heels of my hands.

"I'm sorry, I should've been looking where I was going." I say and turn my head to look at whoever I ran into.

The stranger looks at me with care and sympathy in his gorgeous brown eyes, and messy light brown hair. A small smile plays on his lips but it quickly turns to a smirk.

"Are you alright, Love?" He asks me. "Oh!" I say, snapping out of my thoughts. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm really sorry I ran into you, I should've been looking where I was going." I say. He stands up and offers me a hand, the smirk still on his face.

I take it and he easily pulls me to my feet, but he doesn't let go of my hand and I look up at him.
I feel a blush creep up to my cheeks. What? I'm standing close -very close- to a very -very- attractive person, what do you expect me to do?

"I'm glad you did. What's your name?" He asks me. "Delilah." I say. He smiles, showing off his pearly white teeth. "Ben." He says, still not letting go of my hand. "It's lovely to meet you, Ben." I smile. "Same to you, Delilah." He replies, still smiling.

"Ben, you sodding idiot!" Someone yells and he looks down the hallway and see James Cassells standing at the end of the hallway.

"Quit bothering the girl and come on!" He yells. Ben chuckles. "One minute!" He calls, holding up a finger. James lolls his head around before turning around and walking off. Denis then turns his attention back to me.

"I'd love to stay and talk, but I have to go. I'll see you later, yeah?" He asks. "Definitely." I nod. "I'll hold you to it, Love." He says.

Before he walks off, he brings my hand to his lips and kisses the back of my hand, making my cheeks flush again. "I'll see you around, Delilah." He says, releasing my hand and jogging away, leaving me flustered in the hallway.

I look down at my hand and bite my bottom lip, trying to stop myself from smiling.

"Who was that?" Caity's voice says over my shoulder and I turn around, seeing her standing there with a smile on her face.
I smile. "No one. C'mon, Asking are about to go on." I say and start to walk in towards the stage.
"Why are you so smiley?" Caity asks me, running up to my side.
"No reason." I reply and we make our way to the stage.

"Is it about a guy?" She asks when we get to the stage and James takes his seat on the drum stool. I say nothing but watch as the rest of the band take the stage. Ben looks my way and shoots me a wink, and I shyly smile in return and look at the ground.

I look up when I feel someone tap my arm and see David at my side. "Wasn't gone too long, was I?" He asks me and I shake my head.

As the show progresses, I find myself smiling in Ben's direction, feeling something pounding in my chest, and it's not the bass.